it, he only sniffed it occasionally. “Everybody has their own Laurel HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015374 --- PAGE BREAK --- and Hardy,” he mused. “A miniature Laurel and Hardy, one on each shoulder. Your little Oliver Hardy bawls you out--he says, ‘Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten us into.’ And your little

my own team, were urging me to show more “personal warmth” towards Arafat. I did always exchange greetings and pleasantries with him at mealtimes in Laurel Lodge, but even there, I admit, that I didn’t exactly show enthusiasm, much less ebullience. After one dinner, when I’d been placed between the Pales

my own team, were urging me to show more "personal warmth" towards Arafat. I did always exchange greetings and pleasantries with him at mealtimes in Laurel Lodge, but even there, I admit, that I didn't exactly show enthusiasm, much less ebullience. After one dinner, when I'd been placed between the Pales